Anyhow enough of that crap.
I may have mentioned that the fishing season opened here on the Suir basin and that of her sisters on the 17th of March. I was out with my rods on that day, not really expecting any catch and I wasn’t disappointed. It was quite a cold day and any self respecting fishy would be in a wallow allowing the rush of heavy water to tumble over him.
Like last year I had the dog with me, thinking that she would do as last year, mooch about hovering up smells and generally amusing herself. I wasn’t taking much notice of her, other that the odd glance to see what she was into. Dog owners develop that ability like a parent to hear when their charges are into something they shouldn’t. And that’s what I thought when I didn’t see her therefore I went alooking for her. Not a sign. Nowhere. Nada.
Then I saw a flash of white buried inside a thornbush and she came out rather sheepishly when I called her. All in all I didn’t over-think it and went back to my fishing. Then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of her vanishing back in the direction of the motor. Then did it dawn.
Now I’ve been fishing a dozen or so times since. And it’s getting very favourable. What with 20C degree days and the water levels low enough to cast a fly from the water rather than messing about on the bank.
So I’m getting in the practice and redeveloping that little action between thumb and pinkie at about eleven which caused the line to lengthen straighten which causes the leader to flip over the line and lodge nicely more or less where you want it.
But in all this, no hound. Nope she is sitting back in the rear of the car happy enough in the knowledge that she will get a long walk after.
It’s getting to me though. What the hell has caused her to develop this new phobia. I know she’s not good with anything new, but this isn’t new. And dammit she should be out in the air, not stuck in the back of the car. To this end I bought one of those harnesses. I’d tried tying her on her lead and collar to a cane I inserted into the ground. But she just pulled out of that. So with the new item I believed I had her once and for all. She would stay tied on the bank near enough to see and re-acclimatise.
Ha, the little whelp stepped out of the new harness like it didn’t exist.